Like the eyes of the sadness - deep and black Staring with the malice of darkness into The many-coloured abundance of the Shallow lands and the blue sky Their entrances count the years Without ever being closed by the sleep They elate the heart which isn't pounding, In which there is no warmth
- The dark mysteries are over there
Underworld, time is a dream The darkness speaks with the waterfall Every voice repeated several times Arraying tears along the wet arches Arches engraved for a long time, arches of Fingers with which the darkness creates Roughness never touched And traced out by day time shadows.
Here is the association with the mystery
Dark faces are anticipating faces hidden among the arches Ornaments veiled in darkness The day has no name until the last dawn Until the sky dies away Like the first mourning before...